I remember when, as a child, this time of year was filled with unmitigated joy. Like Ralphie in "A Christmas Story," dreams really could come true. But as a nine-year-old boy, I never thought to ask Santa for a Red Ryder Carbine Action 200-shot Range Model Air Rifle. By the time I was nine, I didn't believe in Santa, and my best friend already had a BB gun. We didn't need two. Almost fifty years later, most of that joy has returned for me, and it's no mystery how. I really only have two holiday goals. First, as a gift to myself, I keep it simple. Next, all of my "shopping" for others is replaced with simple acts of kindness. Johns Hopkins Medicine writes, "4 Mindful Tips to De-Stress This Holiday Season," to describe  a plan that can make a difference for many. I don't teach math, but even I can count to four. The first tip is to "accept imperfection." Over the years, I'm glad I didn't keep track of all the angst the drive for the perfect family holiday caused people around me. Clark Griswold's failed attempt at it in "Christmas Vacation" is hilarious, yes, but only unusual in the details. Hosting or participating in the "perfect" holiday is a goal fraught with peril. The crowded house I grew up in was the entirety of my holiday universe then. School would be out for two whole weeks, there was no available room for pesky relatives to stay, and the food, oh the food, was the primary feature of every one of those days. The holidays of my childhood were perfect, right? Of course they weren't, and even though I remember them as if they were, I wasn't the one creating them. The adults did.   Connect with Michael Leppert Visit michaelleppert.com to read the full post and links to any resources or articles mentioned. Twitter @michaelleppert  Facebook at Michael Leppert  

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